//------------------------------// // Chapter Twenty-Five: The Ultimate Buckup // Story: Brushed Away 2: By Hoof and Claw // by TheVClaw //------------------------------// After having a lovely conversation with Fancy Pants on their walk towards Ponyville, as well as a cup of tea with him and Rarity at Carousel Boutique, Canvas felt rather happy about how much he managed to accomplish this morning. Now that his client's painting was finished and to his approval, there was nothing much for the stallion to worry about while Troy's family was here. And as luck would have it, Rarity just happened to have an opening in her schedule tomorrow, which would be the perfect time to get the triplets measured. "Mmmm!" Finishing the last of his scone, Canvas kept a smile while wiping any excess crumbs off his muzzle with a napkin.  "Wow, Rarity! I think that's one of the best scones I ever had!" Rarity giggled a little with a prideful smile on her face. "Why thank you, Canvas. I can't say I'm as good of a baker as Pinkie Pie or Applejack, but I know my way around a few choice pastries when the time is right." Fancy Pants, who had already finished his scone, took another sip of tea before adding his own statement. "I have to agree with Mister Canvas here. You certainly know how to entertain your guests." "Oh, stop it, you," chimed Rarity with a light blush as she lifted all the dirty plates and cups with her blue aura. She got out of her seat and walked towards the kitchen while levitating her items. "I'm simply being a courteous hostess for my clients, of course." After floating everything into the kitchen sink, Rarity turned back towards Fancy Pants, "Oh, that reminds me! I wanted to ask you about some suggestions in regards to your wife's dress." "Really?" asked the unicorn in slight surprise. However, after a second of contemplation, Fancy Pants gave a light shrug with his shoulders. "Well, I suppose that can be alright." Seeing that he wasn't needed, Canvas pulled himself up from his seat to make his leave. "Well, I think I'll head back home. Troy's been a little worried about his brothers being left alone for too long, and…" Noticing something a little out-of-place, Canvas blinked a couple times when he stared over at Rarity's record player. "Rarity, is that… is that Changeling Slaughterhouse?" "EEP!" The mare quickly rushed over to the record player, using her magic to float the Talon Ripper album cover out of sight. After making sure Fancy Pants didn't see the offensive-looking artwork, Rarity gave off a meager laugh as she looked back at Canvas. "Uh, that… that was lent to me by Fluttershy…" "Uh-huh," replied Canvas with an obviously skeptical smirk on his muzzle. "I'm serious!" barked the unicorn more insistently than before. "Fluttershy wouldn't stop raving about it after meeting that Blade fellow, and suggested that I listen to it." Remembering what little she managed to listen to, Rarity shuddered in disgust and looked away. "I swear, I can't understand how she could enjoy that debauchery!" Canvas reluctantly nodded in agreement. "That makes two of us. I mean, I listened to a few of their albums, but the only songs I liked were Dead Shopping Day and Rip Them Apart." Rarity looked back at him, wide-eyed. "Fluttershy suggested that song as something the Pony Tones should cover!" Fancy Pants almost spat out some of his tea as he giggled from hearing that. "I must say, that would be an interesting thing to hear from your group, Miss Rarity!" Rarity rolled her eyes and groaned in slight irritation. "Oh, please! I'd rather not let her get any ideas." "Hmmmm…" Canvas tapped the bottom of his chin with a hoof as an idea came to his head. "You know, I bet Blade would be interested in hearing something from your group. Maybe a collaboration wouldn't hur--" "Canvas!" snapped the mare with a hoof pointed at him. "I swear to Celestia, if you even think about doing that--" Seeing how uptight she was getting Canvas just giggled a little before making his leave. "Okay, okay. I'll get out of your mane…" However, before he could walk out the front door of the boutique, the aqua stallion looked back at her with a smirk and said, "Although, I bet Fluttershy might tell Blade next time she meets him." Rarity's eyes shot wide-open, which just made Canvas chuckle loudly and leave her shop. While she stood frozen, worried about what might happen if those two met once more, she didn't notice the orange aura of Fancy Pants's magic as he picked up the album cover from behind the record player, floating it towards him. "Oh my!" Rarity gasped as she turned around, quickly rushing over to Fancy Pants to retrieve the borrowed cover. "EEK! Please don't look at that!" Canvas breathed in deeply as he trotted back outside, appreciating the cool autumn air of Ponyville and savoring its briskness. After taking a few seconds to think things over, the stallion perked up with a smile as he remembered something important; probably one of the best things the fall season has to offer around this time. "Ooooh! I can get a pumpkin spice latte!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Oh no…." Staring at the painting Canvas just finished making, Lyle looked absolutely mortified when he saw what he had inadvertently done. Since the painting of Fleur de Lise looked so nice before, the huge blotch of black paint on her face just stuck out even more in the Gryphon's terrified eyes. "No… no, no, no, no, NO!!!" Meanwhile, the triplets were still perched at the wall of the studio, staring at the painting with bewildered expressions. While this wasn't the first time the three witnessed something this nice getting wrecked, this was one of the rare instances where they weren't the cause of it. "Oh man!" Blaze tried not to cackle too loudly as he stared down at Lyle and the painting. "Dude, why did you do that?" "I didn't do it on PURPOSE!!!" shouted Lyle as he turned back to him. "It just… happened!" "Heh heh heh…" Blade looked over at Blaze as he chuckled under his breath. "You know what this reminds me of? When we knocked over Mister Pelly's tool shed!" "I was thinking more when we wrecked his mailbox," chimed in Blane from the end. Blade looked back at him. "Well, that one was on purpose." "But still, we told him that 'It just sorta happened'." "Oh yeah! We did!" "GUYS!" yelled Lyle in a panic, pointing a talon at the painting. "What are we gonna do?!" The three stared at him and said in unison. "We?!" Lyle's beak went slightly agape. "Are you guys being serious right now?!" "Hey," responded Blaze, "we didn't do it!" He then paused for a second as his eyebrows raised in surprise. He turned his head over to the other two. "Wow, it feels weird saying that and not being a lie!" "I know," said Blade in an equally stunned tone. "It feels totally different." "Guys, come on!" Unsure how he could rectify this situation, Lyle's expression turned more angry as he pointed up at Blane. "The only reason this happened was because of YOUR vomit, dude!" "Hey, don't be turning this back on me!" Blane looked over at the others for support. "Help me out here!" Blaze and Blade stared back at him for a second in silence. The two thought it over before giving cocky grins. "WE didn't do it!" Blane groaned in frustration, while Blade turned back at Blaze. "Wow, you're right! It's really bloody freaky!" "Yeah! It totally is!" Seeing that the two weren't going to back him up, the massive Gryphon gave a stubborn huff before sighing in defeat. "Oh, fine!" Blane then lumbered over the wall, falling into Canvas's studio with a loud 'Thud' that made everything shake. Lyle winced when he looked around, but saw that nothing was damaged from that small tremor. At least, nothing that could get damaged any further. "Hmmmm…" Blane walked up to the painting, peering at it like he was examining a foreign object. His head cocked to the side a couple times, like he was trying to see the blotch of black paint from different angles. After about a minute of silence, Blane pulled back before giving his analysis. "Yep. That's paint alright." Lyle face-clawed. Hard. "Maybe you could, like… wipe it off?" The two turned around at Blade's reply. While they looked up at him, the slim Gryphon just shrugged before repeating his suggestion. "You know, like… if the painting is already finished, it's probably dry, right? So… maybe it can be wiped off." Lyle's eyes widened in realization. "That… that might actually work." Blade's stature perked up a little, a prideful smile growing on his beak. Blaze just rolled his eyes and looked away from him. Lyle looked back at Blane. "Dude! We need to get some wet paper towels or something!" "I'm on it!" Blane, despite not wanting to get involved in this, was still convinced enough by Blade's suggestion to think this could really work. "Okay, okay…" Thinking it over, Lyle began to pace across the floor, looking down as he muttered to himself. "This could work, this could work… We just gotta… dab it a little… Yeah. We just dab the paint off… a little at a time… and maybe touch it up a tad--" SPLAT! Lyle turned around to the source of the loud, wet smack. His eyes shot wide-open in horror when he saw Blane was back at the painting. With a large beach towel. Completely wet. Pressed hard against the painting. "BLANE!!!" Hearing the voices of all three of them say that at the same time, Blane turned his head around with a confused look on his face. "What?" "I SAID A WET PAPER TOWEL!!!" "I got a towel!" Blane pulled the towel away from the painting to show them, not noticing that the white fabric now had a huge blotch of different colors soaked into it. "See?" Lyle, Blaze, and Blade, stood absolutely speechless, their beaks and eyes wide open at what he just did. Before he could ask what their problem was, Lyle was the first to speak in a very faint and shaken tone. "… Blane… did you use water to wet that towel?" Blane scoffed a little, responding like Lyle just asked a stupid question. "Uhhh… Noooo." He pointed over to an open can at the corner of the studio. "I used that paint remover over there. You know, to remove the paint!" He then pointed a talon to his head, like he was motioning for his younger brother to use his own. However, as soon as he turned around to see the painting, he suddenly realized why all three of them were looking at him so horrified. The painting, which used to be a stunning portrait of one of Equestria's most beautiful mares, was now barely recognizable as anything at all. Because of Blane's overzealous application of the paint remover, a large blotch of smeared and blotchy colors have blurred the middle of the piece, turning it into an incoherent blob of near-nothingness. And since the corners and edges of the painting were unaffected, the well-detailed landscapes on the sides, combined with the lower half of Fleur's body, just accentuated how much was removed and destroyed in the middle. Seeing what he did, Blane stepped away from the painting cautiously, not noticing his brothers' aghast stares as he spoke meagerly. "Uhhhh… I think I took off a little too much." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Keeping a chipper smile on his muzzle, Canvas reopened the door to his home. Even though he usually came in though his studio, the stallion decided to go in from the side door to get to the kitchen. However, before he could go through the doorway and get a water bottle, Canvas's ears perked up when he heard the hushed whispers of Lyle and the others from the studio. "Crap! Crap, he's here!" "What're we gonna do?!" "Shut up! Maybe he won't notice." "Are you crazy?! Of course he's gonna notice!" Canvas quickly ignored the kitchen and ran straight into the studio to discover the cause of their panicked words. Of course, as soon as he walked in, Lyle and the triplets immediately lined up at the corner of the studio, conveniently covering the view of Canvas's painting. And if that wasn't a big enough red flag, Canvas became even more uneasy when he saw that all four of them had very nervous smiles on their beaks. All of them spoke at the same time. "Hhhhhheeeeyyyyyyyy…" Even though he was afraid to ask, Canvas knew that something had to have happened since he left to make them act this way . "Guys… what happened?" "NOTHING!" Before Canvas could try to say anything, Blaze rushed over to him, keeping one wing out to keep the stallion from seeing the painting as he tried to pull him away. "Heyyyyy, how about we go to Cloudsdale or something? Maybe see the sights around here." Canvas looked up at him with a befuddled expression. "Dude, I can't fly." "Uhhh… then I'll throw you up! C'mon, let's go!" "Guys, what are you--" Canvas struggled against Blaze's pushing, and managed to break himself away to look back at the other three. "Okay, what the hay happe--" As soon as he caught a small glimpse of the painting that wasn't covered by one of the Gryphons' wings, Canvas gasped in shock. His hoof shot up over his muzzle, and Blane quickly tried to reposition himself. "Shit, shit! It… it's not what it…" Unfortunately, despite their meager attempts, one glance back at Canvas's horrified face was enough to show he saw at least a little. So, with an extremely guilty look on his face, Blane's shoulders slumped down as he looked away from him with a heavy sigh. "It's exactly what it looks like…" After looking back at the other two, both giving equally worried looks on their faces, Blane slowly stepped away from the painting. Blaze, who was still beside Canvas, also stepped away from him, mostly due to being cautious about what might happen when he sees the damage. "WHAT THE--" Right as he saw the destroyed piece he spent so much time working on, Canvas struggled to keep his hoof against his mouth after that quick outburst. Of course, given what happened to it, none of the Gryphons could blame him. While it was bad enough that Blane's actions pretty much wiped off most of the work Canvas had done, how the other two tried to fix it was even worse. Despite Lyle trying desperately to just leave it alone until Canvas came back, his older brothers were insistent on trying to "repair" the damage. Because of that, a new addition was made on top of the smeared and removed paint in the middle, which just made Canvas's left eye twitch involuntarily. "Guys…" Canvas's voice came out in a faint, yet very strained whisper as he slowly put his hoof back down. "Why… why is there…" The stallion's breathing began to come out faster, which made the Gryphons all step back further from him. Even though he was a little guy compared to the triplets, it was still unclear what a pony could do if he got too enraged. And as soon as his next words came out, they all knew he was already close to that point. "WHY IS THERE CRAYON DRAWN ON IT?!?" Lyle winced as he slumped his head away, sucking air in through his beak. Even though none of the triplets had any drawing experience, nor had much of a good recollection of what Fleur de Lis looked like, Lyle wasn't able to stop them from trying to recreate the picture. Especially since Blane had a box of crayons in his luggage, strangely enough. "DO YOU GUYS HAVE ANY--" Canvas clenched his muzzle shut again, holding his hoof against it as he turned away from them with his eyes clenched shut. Blaze quickly stepped backwards towards his brothers, not wanting to get singled out by the artist. As soon as he turned over to them, seeing that they all had the same look of dread that he did, the muscular Gryphon tried to say something as he turned back over to Canvas. "Lyle did it!" "WHAT?!?" In less than three seconds, the studio erupted in loud yelling as the four Gryphons angrily bickered, pointing talons at one another while trying to blame one-another for the painting's current condition. "You were the one who drew crayon on it!" "Yeah! Because YOU were the one who wrecked it in the first place!" "Because of HIS vomit bucket! And I wasn't the one who used paint thinner!" "You told me to!" "I said a PAPER towel! Not a--" SLAM!!! At the sound of a door being loudly slammed shut, the four stopped fighting to realize that Canvas was no longer there. Instead of yelling, or doing anything physical to the Gryphons, the artist instead left, obviously in need to cool down. Knowing that all of them royally screwed up, Lyle was the first to break the deathly silence. "This is bad…" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ With a quick slash of his talons, Troy was finally able to get the last of the overcast skies thinned down enough for the sunlight to shine through. Even though the task itself wasn't usually that demanding, the amount he was given for the morning shift was starting to take its toll on the Gryphon's stamina. Of course, given what happened to Rainbow Dash's vacation home because of his brothers, Troy couldn't blame her for being a little less sympathetic to any complaints he would try to make this morning. Because of that, he kept his beak shut for the majority of the morning, just to keep himself from getting on her bad side. "Hey, Troy!" shouted the Pegasus as she flew over to him. "You got the skies done yet?" "Just finished," replied Troy after a sigh of relief, giving a quick crack of his talons as he looked over at her. "This good?" Dash looked over Troy's work, seeing that all the clouds they were above were evenly laid out across Ponyville in preparation for the colder weather scheduled to arrive later. Despite the mare's brow furrowing a little, giving the implication that she wanted to get at him for something, it was obvious that there was nothing negative to say. So, with a low sigh from her muzzle, she looked back at Troy with an approving nod. "Y… yeah. You did alright, Troy." Troy smiled back at her, taking a second before grabbing his water canteen from his satchel. Rainbow did the same, grabbing a sports drink bottle from her vest before hearing him speak. "I just gotta say," began Troy in a more guilty tone after taking a few gulps, "I'm really sorry about what happened with your place." Dash exhaled deeply after hearing that, reclosing her bottle before turning to him. "Can we just not talk about that right now?" Still rightfully angry about what happened to her place (and her pet tortoise's food bowl), she shook her head in frustration as she looked away from him and muttered under her breath. "I swear, how can someone do something that stupid?" "Believe me," replied the Gryphon bluntly, "that doesn't even fit into the top ten dumbest things they did!" Rainbow raised her brows as she turned back towards him, seeing from his expression that he wasn't lying. "Seriously?" "Oh yeah!" Hoping to alleviate the situation a little while they were both on break, Troy sat atop the overcast clouds as he remembered a good story to tell her. "Like, there was this one time where they went to a water park. And while they were there, I think Blade had the bright idea to--" "TROY!!!" The sound of Lyle's voice broke the two's focus, as they turned to see the younger Gryphon fly up through the clouds Troy just finished laying out. Seeing how much his brother was panting with a worried look on his face, Troy didn’t even care about the hole as he went up to him. "Hey, hey, hey… Lyle, what is it?" After catching his breath, Lyle let his wings rest while standing atop the clouds, and looked up to Troy with a shameful expression. "Troy, I… I really messed up." "What happened?" Lyle had to take a moment before actually giving a response, not as much from exhaustion than from his own overwhelming guilt. But still, despite his worries, the Gryphon managed to explain as much as he could to his brother, starting with what occurred as soon as he left for work. Rainbow Dash, who was listening in from the side, couldn't help but cringe harder with each detail Lyle gave his brother. As soon as the paint-remover was mentioned, the mare had to look away as an involuntary "Oh man!" came from her muzzle. Nevertheless, Troy just kept his eyes on Lyle as he heard him explain, unable to know how to feel. Even though he felt he should be outraged that his brothers wrecked something his fiancé worked so hard on, it wasn't easy to think that way when he saw how ashamed his brother looked about it. In fact, by the time he finished explaining everything, Lyle actually looked like he was close to tearing up due to his guilt. "…He… he just left without saying anything! I have no idea where he went, and I…" Lyle's head bent down, and he put one of his claws over his eyes as he tried to keep his voice from sounding too strained near the end. "I… I really think he hates us." Seeing how morose his brother looked, Troy knew that it wouldn't be right to make him feel any worse about it. So, the Gryphon instead placed a claw on Lyle's back before making a response. "Hey, hey… It's okay, Lyle. I really don't think he hates you, alrght?" "How do YOU know that?!" shouted Lyle as he looked back up at him, a scowl on his beak. Troy just sighed, giving a deadpan stare back at his brother. "Well, I'm engaged to the guy, for one. I think I have a pretty good idea what would set him off. Remember what happened with his bag in Manehatten?" Lyle blinked a couple times, his eyes slowly looking back down as he recalled that event. Even though he certainly remembered Canvas being more than livid towards his fiancé for losing his bag (which, after being explained about it, was pretty understandable), it wasn't nearly enough to make him hold a grudge against Troy about it. Nevertheless, despite feeling like his own mistake was a few notches worse than Troy's, Lyle still reluctantly nodded. "That's right," continued the older brother in a more assuring tone of voice. "Listen, I know you feel bad, but it's easy to see that it was just a mistake.  How about this: you head back to the house and try to figure out something with the others, and I'll find Canvas to make sure he's okay. Deal?" Lyle's beak was closed shut, him not wanting to leave it open and give evidence that he had a valid reply. However, as he looked back up at Troy, seeing the reassurance in his brother’s expression, he could tell that Troy really wasn't mad at him. And if the Gryphon was as honest as he came out to be right now, chances might be good that Canvas won't be too mad either. So, after giving it some good thought, Lyle nodded more confidently to Troy's suggestion. "I… Okay, I'll do that." "Thanks," said Troy with a smile and a pat on Lyle's shoulder. As soon as Lyle flew off, now heading back to the barn to talk with the triplets, Troy turned over to Rainbow Dash, who was listening in the entire time. "Hey Dash, you mind if I--" "Yeah, yeah," said the Pegasus with a wave of her hoof. "It's okay, dude. Go find your fiancé. Just try to get back ASAP, got it?" Troy nodded in agreement, and flew through the same space Lyle flew through to search for the stallion underneath the clouds. Of course, after a brief moment, his claw could be seen going back through the hole, quickly closing the space behind him to leave the skies a uniform grey. Dash took another glance around the space, sighing under her breath. "I swear," muttered the mare tiredly, "is it too much to ask for this stuff to happen outside of work?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The front door of the Ponyville Spa opened, making the bell make a distinct "ding" as Troy walked inside with his weather vest still on. After their engagement party, Troy and Canvas decided to use the spa tickets Fluttershy gave them the first chance they got; and since Rarity was a regular customer there as well, she was more than happy to make sure they had a good experience. Even though Troy was slightly impartial to the spa treatment (especially since Canvas was able to rub his paws in ways those spa mares really couldn't), it was clear that Canvas loved it. So, if there was any place for the stallion to be to cool down, Troy was sure that this would be it. A blue mare with a pink mane trotted out from the back room, her face beaming the instant she saw Troy at the door. "Why hello, Mister Clawston!" said the pony in a cheerful (and heavily accented) tone. "Are you here to join your stallion today?" As soon as she said that, Troy's brows raised in surprise. Even though he had a good hunch his fiancé would be here, it was still lucky to get that guess right on the first try. "Ummm, yeah! Actually, I was hoping to find him. Would you mind if I talk to him for a moment, please?" "Uhhh…" The mare looked towards the back room, her face giving a hint of uncertainty to Troy's request. "Well… We usually don't allow our clients to be disturbed." "Awww, c'mon, Lotus! Please?" Lotus bit her lip timidly, staying silent for a few seconds before looking back at Troy. Seeing how the Gryphon was looking, she could tell that he was anxious to talk with him. "Well… alright," said Lotus as she led him to the back room, "but I'm only doing this because you remembered my name correctly on the first try. I have regulars who still confuse me with Aloe sometimes." Troy gave a light shrug. "What can I say? I'm good with names, I guess." Lotus chuckled a little at his reply, and walked the Gryphon over to the mud bath Canvas was resting in. With a cucumber slice over each eye, the stallion didn't seem to notice either of them before Lotus bent her head in. "Mister Canvas?" whispered the mare softly to catch his attention. "Your fiancé is here to speak with you." "Hm?" Canvas's face twitched a little, and he lifted his hoof from under the mud to pull one of the slices from his eyes. As soon as his eye adjusted to the light, seeing Troy looking down at him, Canvas sighed before growing a soft smile. "Hey Troy." Happy that Canvas wasn't disappointed, Lotus made her leave. "I'll let you two speak for a moment, okay?" "Okay. Thanks, Lotus." As soon as Lotus left the room, Canvas breathed out deeply as he settled into his mud bath, his eye barely open when he looked up at Troy. "Canvas, I… I heard about what happened to your painting." A low groan escaped the stallion's muzzle as he closed his eyes, almost like he was trying to avoid Troy's words. "Urghhhh… I still can't believe they did that." "C'mon," said Troy softly as he bent in close to him from the edge of the tub. "You know they didn't mean to, right?" "Yes, I do," replied Canvas almost instantly. "Seriously, I know it wasn't on purpose, and I'm not mad at them. I swear. I just…" After pursing his lips shut for a brief moment, a small whinny came from his mouth before adding in a more saddened tone, "I really worked hard on that." "I know, baby," cooed Troy sympathetically. "And I'm so sorry that happened." "Thanks… But now I have to start over from scratch, AND find a way to tell Fancy Pants that his wife's gift is going to be late. And I know he's going to be upset about it since he's planning to pay in advance." Troy couldn't help wincing after hearing that part. "Oooohhhh… That's not good." "I know," whined the stallion, his head sinking in a little deeper into the mud. "I don't know what to do, and this bath is one of the few things keeping my mind clear for a while." "Okay, I get it." Troy bent in towards Canvas, giving his forehead a gentle kiss before assuring him softly, "We're gonna find a way to solve this, I swear. But right now, just relax, and don't get too upset, alright?" Canvas gave a meager nod. "Yeah, okay…" "Good." With that, Troy decided to leave his fiancé be and get back to work. However, before Troy could reach the doorway and make his way out of the spa, he heard Canvas's voice from the mud bath. "Hey, Troy?" Troy turned his head around. "Yeah?" "… Tell the guys I'm not mad at them, okay?" Troy grew a more content smile and nodded. "Sure thing." After a moment of silence, Canvas heard the door close, making him sigh as he settled back into his bath again. Letting his head sink deeper into the mud, the stallion placed the cucumber slice back over his eye before his body settled inside the bath. Hoping his fiancé was right, there was nothing more for Canvas to do but breathe deeply, hoping that this relaxation treatment would be worth every bit he paid for. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Even though he was a little late getting back to work, Troy was able to talk to his brothers and get back to Ponyville sooner than expected, with the triplets assuring him that they had a "foolproof" plan; despite not liking the sound of that, it was enough for him to refocus on his work. Since he was able to get his afternoon shift completed earlier than expected, Troy was able to pick up Canvas by the time his spa treatment was complete. Strangely enough, when they got back to their home, both of them were surprised to see no sign of the triplets or Lyle inside. Instead, there was only a note written for Troy and Canvas on the dining table. Canvas, with his legs still a little weak from the spa treatment (as well as riding on Troy's back to get home), picked up the note and read what it said. Deer guys, Were sorry about the painting. It was a accident, and we feel bad about putting crayon on it. We cant fix it, but don't worry! We have a plan, and its gonna kick ass! Well get dinner for ourselves, so just relax for the night and do whatever it is you guys do. Just don't tell us if you too do butt stuff. Nothing wrong with it, but its hella gross. -Blaze P.S - You need more paint remover. And butter And root beer. Sighing loudly, Canvas handed the letter to Troy before heading back to his studio. When he looked inside, the stallion was surprised to see that the painting was wrapped up in the brown paper he uses to ship his pieces from home. Even though he knew he couldn't ship that out to Fancy Pants now, that was still a nice little detai-- "WHAT?!" shouted Troy from the other side of the wall. "THEY DRANK ALL MY ROOT BEER?!?"